xxsorrowxx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- These hands will always be rough. It’s 11:30 at night and for some reason I started thinking about you. I don’t do it often. You’re a quite distant memory. Part of me doesn’t even fully remember what you look or sound like. You’re a specter from my past, but you’ll always be a part of how I bacame the person I am today. You always used to tell me that one day, if we ever broke up, you would come up to me and I wouldn’t recognize you. Guess the tables have turned on that one. I haven’t seen you in almost a decade, but I think I could pick you out of a crowd. And I’m honestly surprised I haven’t seen you at all yet. But I think I would be unrecognizable to you. I don’t even know if you’re on here anymore. I don’t even know if you’ll see this. It doesn’t really matter, I guess.
Would you even know it was me if I came up to you on the street? I highly doubt it. I don’t look the same. My voice is far different from what it used to be. My mannerisms have changed. So here’s a fuck you for everything that you think you can blame on me. Because as much as you’d like to deny it, you did things to me that were equally as fucked up as anything I’d ever done to you. I gave and gave and tried to be supportive until you drained me of all the life within me. In the end I was left with the shattered pieces of myself to pick up. And here’s a thank you for helping make me the man I was trying so hard not to be. Here’s a thank you for shaping me into a person who values honesty in my relationships and building a foundation of trust. Here’s a thank you for helping me realize my own self worth. I honestly hope that you’re happy. I know that I am, despite everything. 11:25 p.m. - 2018-05-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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